Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWow, sheās really good!ā
Ā Ā āHow long has she been going for?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThat is the longest number for a score on this game I have seen in a while.ā
You could see her, the female standing before the large machine with her hands placed as if they were made to do just this, play this arcade game itself. You could follow her slender fingers and the way they so naturally moved from each colored circle, the red ones designated for a low or high punch and the blue ones next to it which were meant for a low or high kick. There was even a bounce to her body each time she landed a hit, as if she werenāt expecting to get one after the multiple attacks she successfuly landed, and every hop to her step had the brown hair that cascaded down her back lifting as well, only to drop back down and reclaim itās previous position.
What brought you here wasnāt the game, it was how many people from the room crowded behind her and were now filling the otherwise loud area with hushed whispers about who the girl really was. That question was the sole one that lingered in the air and you too wondered, who was this person? From the words spit out from the oneās around you, you came to the conclusion that sheād been here for over thirty minutes with not a single loss and that itself was an astonishment to those whoād frequented the place oftenā but she was bound to mess up one of her movements and bring herself to defeat and it was as if your words were ones of a jinx because not long after, you could hear a whine drawing out from the front of the room and your eyes fell upon the score that lay at the top; it was hers, highlighted in blue.
She stepped away from the console only to turn with a shy smile drawn onto her face, the view of the many people who stood around her obviously bringing about some sort of embarrassment. But she shook it off and her eyes wandered, wandered until they landed upon you, the only one who didnāt have a face contorted in surprise. Her hands lifted to place softly upon her cheeks and she waved in your direction, voice coming out sweet and smooth though what was held behind them was a challenge, a taunt, āThink you could beat my highscore there, buddy?ā
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